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“Hey, remember Clara?” Buck asked from the living room.
Eddie frowned, rinsing suds off his hands. “Clara who?”
Buck walked into the kitchen, phone in hand. “The blonde from Chim’s bachelor party?”
“I barely remember that night, why would I remember a Clara?”
Buck laughed, loud and bright. “Touché.”
“Why are you asking?”
“She found me on Insta. She has some photos from that night on her feed, look,” he offered, showing Eddie the phone.
“I still don’t remember her,” Eddie shrugged.
And then a DM notification popped up. It was from Clara. It was a photo of them, Buck and Eddie, making out against a wall, with a message that said “hope ur hot bf is doing well!”
Eddie froze. What the fuck. They kissed?
Neither of them moved. The silence stretched forever, until Buck broke it.
“Do you remember that?” he asked.
“No. You?”
“No!”
Wow… that was…
Unsurprisingly, the first thing Eddie felt was sadness about not remembering.
The second was regret that the only kiss they would ever share was a lost memory from a blurry night.
The third was panic.
He chanced a sideways glance at Buck. Buck was still staring at the photo.
“You okay?”
“Yeah,” Buck pouted. “I can’t believe we kissed and I don’t remember it…”
Eddie frowned, heart pounding in his chest. “Which part are you pouting about?”
“The not remembering,” Buck whispered, the confession pouring out of him like he wasn’t shaking the very ground Eddie was standing on.
“Yeah…” he agreed, and that made Buck finally look at him.
“Yeah? What does that mean?” Buck asked. There was confusion on his face, but his cheeks were so deliciously red and his eyes so bright and— fuck…
Eddie rolled his eyes. “Come on, Buck,” he exhaled, shutting the water off, drying his hands with a kitchen towel. “You gonna make me say it?”
“Yes. Say it,” Buck challenged him, moving to stand in front of him. “Please?” he begged, voice going softer.
That softness shattered any reservations Eddie could have about the monumental thing he was about to say. “I really wish I remembered kissing you.”
Oh, Buck’s smile was blinding as he got closer, making Eddie’s heart threaten to beat out of his chest. “So, you want a kiss you won’t forget?”
It was Eddie’s chance to laugh it off, say it was a joke, but he didn’t want to. Buck was there, right there, licking his lips, staring into his eyes with an intensity Eddie had seen many times before, just never directed at him. He had spent way too many nights secretly wishing Buck looked at him like that to back out now.
So he nodded. And Buck took another step.
Eddie’s eyes went from the blue of his eyes to the pink of his parting lips, back and forth. “Make it count, cowboy,” he mumbled, hypnotized.
The rush of adrenaline he felt when Buck finally reached forward? Now that was something he would never, ever forget.